Okay, so I didn’t really melt. I do think I had a hotflash about an hour ago. Seriously Menopause? I’m only 42.
Ted and I were down in the lair shooting the shit, when I totally broke out in a sweat. Down in the lair, which is about 60 degrees right now.
Ted: Are you okay?
Me: I think I’m having a hotflash? I’m sweating. Actually, I might be dying.
Ted was so worried that he immediately Googled “hotflash.”
Ted: Sudden feelings of warmth, mostly spreading over your upper body?
Ted: Profuse sweating?
Me: Gross. Yes
Ted: Sudden chill as it wears off?
Me: Not yet because it’s not wearing off. If it weren’t raining, I’d go outside and lie down in the driveway.
Ted: Go stand in the garage.
Me: I have to go upstairs.
Don’t worry, it’s all over now. I think I scared Ted, but only because he is convinced that menopause turns women into raving lunatics. He hasn’t once left the lair to come check on me.
Thanks a lot for the concern Babe. I promise that I will try not to stab you or anything crazy for the next few years. I definitely will not go hotflashdancing. Not that there is anything wrong with that.